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The trio’s movements sped, their excitement rising, all three of them tasting the climaxes that were waiting for them. Felicia became a whirling mass of feeling, blindly letting her two lovers pillage her willing flesh. She soared higher and higher until she didn’t know if she would ever be able to come down.

Her cunt erupted, showering Sue with her spurting cream, but even that didn’t seem to stop Felicia’s heady flight.

Loud, hoarse moans ripped from Felicia’s throat, driven out of her by her approaching climax. Her body rocked back and forth as it struggled to keep up with the demands of both of the cocks inside her.

“Oh God, fuck me, fuck me like you’re fucking me! Yeah, it’s so good! Put it in my ass, put it right up my cunt, FUCK, do me harder, I want it harder! Shit, how am I supposed to stand this? I need to come, please, make me come, I wanna come! I have to! It fucking hurts, but I love it… hurt me, hurt me, just make me come! Fuck me to death if you wanna, just FUCK ME!”

Both Peter and Sue gave her what she was asking for, becoming savage in how they pounded her from both sides. All three were about to arrive. Sue went off first, losing her erection as her concentration faltered and the forcefield construct disappeared from Felicia’s sex.

The sudden evaporation left Felicia’s pussy feeling numb: all her focus went to Peter’s cock in her ass and just how painfully he was stretching her. The pain became exquisite, the locus of her thoughts—without the pleasure of Sue’s rutting to distract her, she was entirely consumed by the pain-pleasure of being sodomized.

Felicia got off on it. The newness of the sensation slipped right past her defenses and brought her off. With a loud cry, she let loose another spurt of her cream, soaking Sue in a pearly liquid that delineated her outline as the blonde fluttered between visibility and disappearance.

Seeing Sue phase between voluptuous beauty and the erotically elegant look of a glass statue wearing Felicia’s juices, Peter pistoned his cock into the cat burglar’s anus. He didn’t stop until he finally released his seed—hot, wet, sticky—into the depths of Felicia’s hole. With a sigh of satisfaction, he drew himself out of her rectum and laid down, all three of them settled in an orgasmic haze.

“So, you still wanna take me to prison?” Felicia asked with a grin up at the sky. “Or don’t you think it’d be more fun to have no bars getting between us?”

***

The prison bars clanged shut. With long practice, Jen kept from jumping when they did so. It helped that, though she was locked in with a killer, she was the She-Hulk. She could easily outmuscle any normal human. Even a Black Widow.

But it probably wouldn’t feel too good, she thought, warning herself about getting cocky.

She knew Yelena Belova’s story. It was essentially her friend Nat’s story. Another young girl, dehumanized and indoctrinated by the Red Room, turned into a living weapon, now trying to lead a normal life.

But whereas Nat had been lucky enough to have put the Red Room far behind her by the time the Law started looking into her, Yelena had been in the middle of ridding herself of its toxic influence.

Now she was under house arrest—something Jen was working on getting resolved in her favor—but Yelena was getting impatient and Jen knew that if a Black Widow really ran out of patience, real estate values in the neighborhood would start plummeting. The authorities had already installed bars and security shutters on the otherwise nondescript studio apartment where Yelena was remanded until they figured out what to do with her.

“How much longer I have to stay here?” Yelena said, not bothering to at all conceal her thick Russian accent. “You said I turn myself in, they go easy on me! I have not one inch I can go where they haven’t… proscribed it for me! Why should I not have run when I end up in prison anyway?”

“You have a TV,” Jen reminded her. “That bed? Very soft. Very warm. Your refrigerator. Your coffee machine…”

Yelena crossed her arms, an unimpressed look on her face. “I have better coffee machine if I run.”

“But not in prison,” Jen reiterated. “Which is where you’d end up, sooner or later.”

Yelena scoffed, then turned around, stalking around the confines of the place while snarling to herself. Jen knew she hadn’t convinced her. Yelena was just tired of arguing about it and Jen didn’t blame her. The wheels of justice turned slowly and to Yelena, it looked like they weren’t turning at all. But Jen thought she knew what it would take to settle Yelena down a little.

“I get it, you’re young, you’re fit—you’re horny. I don’t blame you. I’ve gotten pretty throbby myself at times…”

“This I know,” Yelena interrupted brusquely, perhaps uncomfortable with how thoroughly Jen had pegged her. But then she softened her Russian curtness with a curious smile. “Why do you bring this up?”

“Because lately I’ve come across a guy who is just the best fuck you can imagine.” Jen smiled to broadcast her remembered delight with a faint flush on her pale cheeks. “And if you like, I’m willing to share.”

Yelena stared at her, finally dumbfounded. “Share?”

“Come on, girl, you’re from the Soviet Union and you don’t get the concept of sharing? Well, maybe not like this,” Jen allowed. “Then again, you have that frenemy thing with Nat so you’ve really never thought of—“

“I have… thought of… two or more,” Yelena admitted, a raised eyebrow made both shy and sultry by the confession. “You would want to—“

“I’m your attorney, aren’t I? I’m supposed to provide services for my client. And if this gets you to be a good girl at your next hearing…”